Well, that is a good theory. For this trip however, I'm not holding much hope. We have booked to go to Turkey in October. We won't have any carers there, it will be hot and bright and I don't know how she will cope with either.
We booked with our local Thomas Cook office, and I have to tell you I am so glad that we did. The ladies there have been marvellous. It has been stressful already, but they have been a great support.
It would appear that we need to provide our own portable oxygen concentrator for the flight. (done)
We need a variety of stuff to be detailed on a doctor's note. (done)
Her meds need to be in small bottles, apart from a couple (done)
Do you think I'm mad? I can tell you.... every night that is my mantra... (must be off my head....must be crazy....what am I thinking....) but after her grandfather passed a couple of months ago I realised that it was an opportunity missed forever. Mr K's family still haven't met his only child. That just isn't fair, for either of them. So, the flight is booked and everything that I can prepare in advance has been prepared. I'm hoping that I get to the other end and wonder what the fuss is all about, but I'm thinking I'll just be so knackered I will be happy just to get Little Miss A safely there and safely back.
Actually, I'm trying to not think about it too much or I might just frighten myself out of going at all.